Adopted. -Smosh Fan Fic- ✔COMPLETED

New Girl in the Group

I wake up, and look at the clock. 6:00 on a Monday morning. Way too early to get up, but my sleep time is awkward, so I have to get up now. I walk down to the kitchen and pop some bread in the toaster. I hate toast, but its easy to cook. Unless your Anthony, then its difficult. The toast pops up and I spread some jam on it. Then I remember it's Monday. Monday and I haven't done any homework.

I put my toast down and run upstairs into my room. I pull open all my drawers. Where is my art project? Maths revision? History book? I give up on looking in the drawers and search my bag. No homework. Seriously! I am in heaps of trouble... Oh well!

I walk out of my room, unsuccessful. Maybe Anthony might know. I doubt it, but it's worth a try. I sit in the dining room and wait.

A few minutes later, a tired looking Anthony and burnt toast comes in.

"Morning." He says tiredly.

"Have you seen any of my homework?" I ask.

"Nope."

"Then why is it not on my desk?"

"I don't know. I didn't take it." He gets up from the chair he was sitting in and leaves. Looks like I'm in for tons of detentions.

After my toast, which by the time I actually got round to eating it became cold, I went upstairs to change out of my pj's and try and find excuses to get out of my detentions.

I glace at the clock. 7:30. Better leave soon. I grab my bag and walk over to Anthonys room. I knock on the door. After no reply, I knock louder.

"Wait a sec." A muffled voice said. I wait a few minutes before Anthony appears.

"What?" He says.

"Am I walking by myself again or are you coming?" I say.

"I'm walking with Ian."

"That didn't exactly answer my question. Am I walking alone or what?"

"I guess you could come. Next time, wear something less embarressing."

I look down at my outfit choice of the day.

"What do you mean?"

"Your grandma's knitted sweater with skinny jeans. Not exactly saying to people 'look at me! I'm sexy!' is it?"

"I don't want people to think I'm sexy though. I can't say much about your fashion sense, can I? It's the same thing." I walk downstairs and wait for Anthony. After he comes downstairs, we leave and meet up with Ian.

"Nice sweater, Lia" Ian says.

"See! No one likes your sweater!" Anthony announces.

"I meant it in a nice way." Ian says.

"See Anthony. People like my sweater!" I grin.

We get to school and we walk over to homeroom.

The bell rings and I try not to fall asleep. I distract myself by looking at my timetable for today.

Art

Math

Drama

English

History

Home Economics

Fun times. I escape my world by the bell ringing. Off we go to Art. I can't see Alishia anywhere, maybe she's ill. I walk to my Art class and pretend to get my work out. Then I notice something. There is paper in my bag. I pull it out. This isn't mine. I turn the paper over to see if there is a name on it. Who'd of thought. Anthony Padilla.